Sylvia Lukeman

Sitting with you
Watching you, helpless;
Sleep is engulfing you
What more can I do, helpless?
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You made me smile today
And I'm smiling still.
I was cold and my sky was grey
But you removed the chill.
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Did you walk by the foaming sea today?
And eat candy floss or melty ice cream?
Did you watch leaping dolphins whilst at play?
Or paddle trousers-rolled-up in a babbling stream?
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This morn saw me rise in time
to see the lemon coloured sun begin to climb;
gentle companions early in the day
were a multicoloured sky and clouds of palest grey.
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The sound of the starting rain
had caught her by surprise
and she watched each leaf,
as it had darkened
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The grasses had been statue still
When the winds came
And set them swaying, swaying.
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There is a space
Where he stood
Mere hours ago.
He had filled it
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He had left his wife and little ones
The call had been so strong.
The war would only short they had said
He was sure that he would not be long.
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She fingered his gift
as though it were a living thing,
touched it gently
sentimentally
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at last
together
and together
on their dreamed of beach
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You talk to me of when you were a child
A boy who loved and lived in open spaces.
Mother Nature in all her glory
Had you beguiled
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I remove the lid
from a box of souvenirs
and suddenly you appear,
smiling up at me as once you did
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Fussy little kitten cat
Eating neither mouse nor rat.
Rather butter up to me
Sure of tuna bits for tea.
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I have to get outside!
I'm going shopping to-day
I must
Trust myself to take things
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Love songs used to be
Just songs to me;
That was
Until I met you.
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She sits alone in the early hours,
Thinking of meadows and garlands of flowers;
But something is keeping her wide awake
No longer night, the day soon will break.
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The woman thinks of lovely things
from a time so very long gone by,
She thinks of him
and him with her
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Sitting reading love poems
Oh! the power of the spoken word;
verbal murmurings of love unleashed
to think they may never be heard
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Climbing up the hillside I asked him what he could see,
maybe rugged rocks, floaty clouds or swaying wild flowers galore;
oh no, answered my sweetheart, he could only see me.
an answer like that was a warm surprise I can assure.
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